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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Flummoxed...


I was worried that since I couldn’t fall asleep, I wouldn’t wake up to put the garbage out in time, as the new company that was hired by the town picks up earlier. Well... 3:15 AM... 4... 5... so at 5:59 still dark outside, got out of bed, got dressed, bagged up the garbage, took it outside, put it in the can.. took it to the street... noticed the neighbour didn’t have theirs out yet, but that's not unusual for this time of the morning. Went back in... puzzled at the day...looked at the calendar... still couldn’t figure out what day it was... went to the bedroom.. looked at cell phone...  went back to look at the calendar... looked again...OMG... WRONG DAY! Went back outside brought the garbage can back to the porch. Came inside rather flummoxed.

So... I feel dumb... but more time-disoriented, or out of sorts or out of whack or out of sync or lost in space. Granted, lying in bed at 3AM I could feel my body having a reaction to something I had eaten... stomach curdling and gurgling quietly, with the walls of my throat constricted or slightly swollen. However, normally when this happens, I don't forget what bloody day of the week it is!


4 comments:

Big Sister said...

Okay, no more Jambalaya for you...

Spockgirl said...

Um.. yeah.. that's kind of why I tried to call you this morning and didn't write a post about it. But it tasted good. I'm thinking it was the shrimp.

That 1 Guy said...

If stuff like this ever happened to me, I think I would hate it.

Spockgirl said...

T1G:
Nope... still can't say "I hate"... but then I got to use "flummoxed"... I like that word... never had a chance to use it up til now. And... I have always been resigned to the fact that "sh** happens" and there really isn't anything I can do about it, therefore I cannot hate it when it does.